Biografia:
Page France is an American indie folk-pop music band that plays melodic and emotional music. They are currently signed to Suicide Squeeze Records.
The band was started as a solo project in 2004 by Michael Nau, but quickly evolved into a full-time project with a somewhat revolving lineup of friends and collaborators. The band self-released their debut album, Come, I'm A Lion, which was then picked up by Fall Records. Their second album, Hello, Dear Wind, was also released by Fall Records, then later re-released by Suicide Squeeze.
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Outras músicas:
- Chariot
- Belly In The Fish
- Bush
- Casting Day
- Ceiling
- Circus Head Nobody Knows
- Dogs
- Elephant
- Feather
- Finders
- Glue
- Goodness
- Grass
- Heres A Telephone
- Jesus
- Junkyard
- Mr Violin And Dancing Bear
- No One Likes A Bleeder
- Passengers Laughing
- Pigeons
- Real To You
- Ruby Ring Man
- Spine
- Trampoline
- We Remain As Two
- Weatherman Section Three
- Windy
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
I'm not sure about the B, but it sounds right. I like to play this song with a capo.
Intro: F, Am, B, F
F Am
Mr Violin, I love you
B F
From a treetop, in a fishknot
F Am
I was high on my own big thoughts
B
What if the sun drops
F
What if my heart stops
Mr Violin, you almost
Hit a bum note
With your bent bo
I was high on the whole big show
What if my soul sinks
What if my heart floats
B F
For the sun did swing
B F
Like a tangerine
B F
Till we couldn't grab on
F C
To the burning ring
Mr Dancing Bear, I love you
In a flower patch
Where the birds hatch
I was crooked to the green grass
What if the day ends
Whenever my heart splats
Mr Dancing Bear, they almost
Called you magic, out of habit
I was sore from all the laughing
I loved you in habit
Banked on your magic
B F
For the sun did swing
B F
Like a tangerine
B F
Till we couldn't grab on
F C
to the burning ring
B F
Every crooked tooth
B F
Kept our lips from truth
B F
I had almost survived
F C
And so did you
B F
But the rings in-between the old family tree
B F
Are crooked for you as they're crooked for me
B F
You get what you get when you bite from the tree
B F
A crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
But the rings in-between the old family tree
Are crooked for you as they are crooked for me
You get what you get when you bite from the tree
A crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
B F
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
Intro: F, Am, B, F
F Am
Mr Violin, I love you
B F
From a treetop, in a fishknot
F Am
I was high on my own big thoughts
B
What if the sun drops
F
What if my heart stops
Mr Violin, you almost
Hit a bum note
With your bent bo
I was high on the whole big show
What if my soul sinks
What if my heart floats
B F
For the sun did swing
B F
Like a tangerine
B F
Till we couldn't grab on
F C
To the burning ring
Mr Dancing Bear, I love you
In a flower patch
Where the birds hatch
I was crooked to the green grass
What if the day ends
Whenever my heart splats
Mr Dancing Bear, they almost
Called you magic, out of habit
I was sore from all the laughing
I loved you in habit
Banked on your magic
B F
For the sun did swing
B F
Like a tangerine
B F
Till we couldn't grab on
F C
to the burning ring
B F
Every crooked tooth
B F
Kept our lips from truth
B F
I had almost survived
F C
And so did you
B F
But the rings in-between the old family tree
B F
Are crooked for you as they're crooked for me
B F
You get what you get when you bite from the tree
B F
A crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
But the rings in-between the old family tree
Are crooked for you as they are crooked for me
You get what you get when you bite from the tree
A crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
B F
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
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